"Again with a message? Damn!"

Sasuke opened his message box on his browser and found there was another who beckoned for his assistance. Of course, feeling so generous lately, Sasuke complied with the request and brought forth the item in question. He closed out his message box, unpaused the game and set forth into the streets of Mac Anu once more. The destination, same as last time: the Trade center.

Sasuke arrived in the fun building of doom, specifically created so that players may trade amongst themselves. Though highly unregulated, the trades are usually fair, but every now and then a player will simply lend off an important piece of equipment in hopes that it will be returned to them in pristine condition. Hopefully that would be the case for Sasuke of the Blue Sky. His cape flowing through the windless facility, waving like a hurricane was blowing at him, Sasuke found an empty box with a pen and a note card to be left in a slot on the door of the box.

"Alright..." Sasuke spoke to himself, "To: Baron... From: Sasuke..... with love!" He smiled for a moment and looked at the piece of paper with the message written on it... "Hmm.. no, how about this..."

"Good!" Sasuke said, placing the index card in the slot and dropping the set of gloves inside of the box. He secured the box, only the person with compatible data to that of "Baron" would be able to open the door and retrieve the item. No wonder this place was unregulated...

-Sasuke of the Blue Sky-

Baron arrived at the Trade Center, having gotten the confirmation on his request, and looked around for the item he was borrowing. His eyes caught the box sitting all by itself, with a notecard sticking out of it. Curious, the Twin Blade plucked it out, holding it so that he could read it. His first reaction was to hit the floor in shock, like some everyday anime character. His second was to burst out laughing at the oh-so-scary threat. Still, he made the mental note to return the Gaia's Gloves when he got back from the Juk Prison- after all, this was his commander. Slipping the box under one arm, Baron strode out of the Trade Center, his exit only blown by a random baby grunty that punted into his head.

"This is why I hate coming here!"